ugly-drizella

[ugly-drizella]

I forgot that writing is very fun and that you're playing pretend. like all this shit and pressure about craftsmanship and art! NO!!!! you are a grown up playing with dolls! it is silly and you should have sooooo much fun pushing their heads together to make them smooch!!! or torturing them, which is what I did to my toys as a child, to the point where my mom thought I was going to grow up evil

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[ugly-drizella]

one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off

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[ugly-drizella]

“God, renting shoes is absolutely my own personalized hell,” said Drizella.

She was waiting in line at the rock climbing gym with Max, because somehow this was her life right now. After a few sessions at the gym (which had been a lot of Drizella complaining and making bad jokes, and Max having none of her bullshit (most of the time (he’d laughed a few times, breaking his intense focus and it tickled Drizella greatly))), Max had finally deemed her ready to take on the baby wall at the NTO rock climbing gym.

And here she was, in comfortably workout attire as advised by an article she found online, standing next to her high school boyfriend turned gym buddy, about to tell the perky attendant that she probably needed the biggest women’s shoe size they had in stock. 

“Mhm, maybe not hell,” she said after a moment. “Maybe purgatory? Oh hi —” The attendant flagged her over. “A size 10 please.” 

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Ain't No Mountain High Enough || Maxella

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Ain't No Mountain High Enough || Maxella

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Drizella knew Amy vaguely from her podcast. She had no idea who this Holley girl was, so naturally that meant 

“This Holley girl doesn’t seem like she’s super popular on Instagram,” Drizella said, squinting at the very basic profile, which mostly had dog photos and the occasional less-than-glamorous photos. Actually, judging by the stiff posing, Holley could probably use a lesson or two from Isabela. “Maybe she was the diversity hire. Except in Isabela’s world, that means someone who takes awkward selfies. Seriously what is this angle?”

She held up one of Holley’s photos. Granted, Drizella probably couldn’t have done a much better job, but at least she was honest with herself and not pretending to be a hot girl.

@ugly-anastasia

Whine and Dine || Anastella

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“I bet she’s had work done,” Drizella added. “Can’t you get it for real cheap where she’s from? No one has tits and an ass like that.” She shook her head, now invested in scrolling more on Isabela’s Instagram feed. “And what’s with this gaggle of friends she has? Do you think she makes them submit headshots to hang out with her?” 

Ugh, of course one of them was a Triton sister. Drizella resisted the urge to roll her eyes any further, lest they get stuck in the back of her head. 

@ugly-anastasia

Whine and Dine || Anastella

#Whine and Dine #Anastella #annie

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Look, it wasn’t like Drizella was totally unathletic. She ran. On her own. Or in the comfort of her apartment on a treadmill. She didn’t do group classes and she didn’t do gyms. Admittedly, it had been quite some time since she’d worked out. Separating from your husband then moving to your hometown and living in a hotel and it being the dead of winter for most of that time certainly didn’t help.

Maybe she was going a bit stir crazy.

Maybe that’s why she said what she said next.

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “Why the fuck not? I gotta start my rock climbing career somewhere.” She leaned forward. “You’ve got to promise that you’ll get me six feet off the ground though,” she added, looking at him with faux seriousness. 

@trackedbymaximus

For Old Times' Sake || Maxella

#For Old Times' Sake #maxella #max

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Drizella almost choked on her wine.

“Seriously? Oh my God. What is she, a Sidney Channel Original Movie? Might as well say live, laugh, love.” She shook her head, and then because she wanted to be a nosy bitch, she pulled up Instagram to creep on Isabela’s feed.

“Who needs to post three pictures of themselves in the same dress on the same background? We get it, you’re hot.” 

@ugly-anastasia

Whine and Dine || Anastella

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“Nah, I like that better,” said Drizella.

Maybe ten years ago she would’ve gone with the flirt. Someone brash and bold, who commanded a room with his presence. She remembered trying to catch Grant’s eyes, back when they were at NYU together, working on student films and sketches. They’d revolved in the same circles for quite some time, though Grant’s attention had solely been friendly and platonic when they were undergrads. 

She craved his attention though. Back then, he didn’t seem like other guys. He was thoughtful. Passionate. He liked the same movies she did, the same books. He had a Ruth Bader Ginsberg t-shirt.

But it had all been an act. At the end of the day, Grant was just like any other douchebag. 

“I think the flirt thing is overdone, anyway. Going with someone who’s closed off… maybe he had a heartbreak of his own. Or he’s just seen some hard shit, so he doesn’t want to open up.” 

@invisible-professor

1% Inspiration and 99% Perspiration || Randella

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Maybe Drizella shouldn’t have felt as flattered by this as she did.

But c’mon, after months of hearing about how she was the feminist antichrist who hated women and magicks and everything else, someone young and bright-eyed asking her for advice, was, like, scarfing down a bacon, egg, and cheese roll the morning of a massive hangover. 

She did have a reputation to maintain, though so she nodded cooly, like she was considering her super packed schedule. (It was not, dear reader, super packed). 

“I think I can find some time for that,” said Drizella. She took the card and slipped it in her wallet. “Between projects, you know? I’ll reach out to you once I’ve had a chance to look it over, yeah?” 

@exsqueak-me

Bake Sale || OPEN

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Drizella tried to remember if the name was familiar. 

Her music taste remained unchanged from her high school days, really. Namely, it was still a lot of pop punk, which is to say it wasn’t a lot of underground punk. But it wasn’t not underground punk. She’d been to a few shitty (complimentary) basement shows in her time, especially as an undergrad. 

“Wait — I think I was at some festival years ago. The Fest in Florida? I dunno if they played that. I remember a Turkish band vaguely. Which, I mean, I don’t wanna lump in every Turkish punk band, but I don’t think many of them make it to Gainesville, Florida. God, this must’ve been like… 2013?”  

Ancient history, 2013 Drizella was. Fresh out of college, and still scraping by on internships and temp jobs and freelance work. Out of sheer spite, she refused to call her mother for any money. In October 2013, she would’ve been a few months into her first steady gig, writing for some now canceled late night show that was, more importantly, the brainchild of the spouse of a then-SNL cast member. She’d celebrated a regular paycheck by indulging on a trip, and even though she’d definitely taken too many shrooms to remember the exact name of the band, she had remembered a Turkish band. 

“I might be dead wrong, though,” she added, hastily. She didn’t want to accidentally commit a microaggression. “It was, like, ten years ago.” 

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Damage Control || Dads

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“Wait, so they had you do a whole bloody interview because she… called 999?” Drizella stared at her sister incredulously, before she rolled her eyes and scoffed. 

They were sitting on Annie’s couch, sipping wine with some take away from Imperial Palace, as Annie told Drizella about her latest work headache, namely some big profile on Isabela Madrigal just because she dialed emergency services after seeing a car crash. 

Drizella took a long sip of wine, smacking her lips loudly.

“Did she at least have anything interesting to say? Or was it all PR-friendly fluff?” 

@ugly-anastasia

Whine and Dine || Anastella

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Whine and Dine || Anastella

[ugly-drizella]

Drizella didn’t really care much about Taylor Swift.

She knew saying as much would be a career death sentence, though.

(Maybe that was her play now, though. Caption her next Instagram post with a Taylor Swift lyric. Show everyone that she was a girls’ girl. There were some Taylor songs she liked. She just didn’t really care enough to have an opinion.) 

“Clever,” said Drizella. She couldn’t summon either of those songs into her head, but  this kid sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “D’you have a demo reel or anything? If I want to buy another cupcake, I want to make sure it’s worth it.” 

@exsqueak-me

Bake Sale || OPEN

#Bake Sale #drip #pip

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“I think I would end up gouging out my eyeballs with the needles,” said Drizella flatly. “Utmost respect to knitters, or whatever. But I don’t think I’m physically capable of sitting in one spot and making little knots for hours on end. So no fiber crafts for me. Or any crafts for that matter. I’m not going to bedazzle Stanley cups or whatever it is people do these days.”

Drizella didn’t think of herself as crafty. She doodled, sometimes. Used to draw stupid little cartoons back in secondary, a habit she kept up in college, though once she started working professionally, she stopped it. Couldn’t turn in script notes covered in stupid little cartoons, after all. 

But she wasn’t thinking of that now. She was thinking of sitting still, and how now that she was in Swynlake, she felt restless again, restless like she was a teenager running out of the Woods as fast as she could, just because she didn’t want to be home.

“Do they have an axe throwing place in NTO yet? Maybe I could do that.” She propped her elbow on the table, her hand resting on her chin. “Or get really into rock climbing. I’d like to do that. I’d be absolutely shit at first, though. Look at these noodly arms.” She wriggled her arms to demonstrate.

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For Old Times' Sake || Maxella

#For Old Times' Sake #maxella #max

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At that, Drizella snorted. 

Yeah, okay, she could understand that sentiment. She didn’t really say anymore, because so much of her rehabilitation was gonna rely on her gushing about Swynlake and how blissfully quaint it was. Though it did occur to her that maybe a play about escaping Swynlake was not something she should back in this time (though a couple pounds for a cupcake was not backing, per se), but there could be a way to swing this to her benefit — 

“Wait, back up a second — what was this about Taylor Swift?” She tilted her head. “Not to make you repeat your initial pitch, but there was something about Swifties, wasn’t there?”

God, everyone fucking loved Taylor Swift and if she could get Taylor Swift’s unofficial endorsement in this roundabout way… that might save her career. Or, at the very least, it wouldn’t hurt. 

@exsqueak-me

Bake Sale || OPEN

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MAXELLA ( @trackedbymaximus)

I have to resist copy and pasting the entirity of Midnight Rain here

anyway, these last two verses are them over the past ten years (before reuniting)

I guess sometimes we all get Just what we wanted, just what we wanted And he never thinks of me Except when I'm on TV

I guess sometimes we all get Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted And I never think of him Except on midnights like this (midnights like this)

i am realizing now i shoulda fomatted this better but

ANYA'S SHIPS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS CONTINUED

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